Emram sauntered in, removed his helmet and sat down at the drinks tabel, his white armour clinking. He popped the top off a bottle of Molsen's Canadian, and took a long swig. Stormtrooper armour was all well and good, but the fact that they had air filters and so on did tend to dry one's throat a little.

Emram looked over at Sunny, who now a a chocolate milk moustache. He giggled, and then stopped as Sunny glared at him.

"Where's the birthday girl?" he asked. Sunny, taking another long swig, shrugged, the movement causing some of the milk to pour down her chin. Emram hid his grin by turning to pick his helmet up, and studying it intently.

"And you brought the band!" Jila walked in wearing Jedi robes. It made an odd kind of sense to her. "Castor will love it." Jila walked over to Emram's table and sat down. "Are the drinks native to Mos Eisley or is it our own bar?"